October 16, 2014

Well, this is the first entry I'm making, so why don't I explain some for whoever's reading this? Of course, chances are that no one ever will. That's right, things aren't looking so hot for Humankind. I am Wafer, and I'm roughly 16. Wafer's actually just a nickname that the crew has given me, but my real name sucks, frankly. My mother decided for some reason that Queequeg sounded good, so I got stuck with that. Anyway, we- the crew, that is- are on the run from giant Pokemon. No, they are not exactly like the video game characters, they're about 8 times bigger than the scale measurments in our stash. It sounds dumb,  I know, but playing these old games could save a life, and has for many of our older members. If you know the habits of the monster coming around the corner, you have a better chance of taking it down or escaping, right? So I play. The idiot who created these beasts was named Ash, just like the main character of the tv shows, and made his creations purely out of his love for Pokemon. So, in the end, you can blame Nintendo for coming up with the idea. Does that really matter, though?

We live currently in an old apartment block on the southern edge of Los Angeles- that is, the new edge. See, when the military could still function, they set up defenses around all the big cities, using the roads and buildings on the outskirts as barriers. In the battles that followed as the Pokemon made their way across the Atlantic and westward across the US, they destroyed everything that the armies were even near. As a result, everything but the inner city is a complete wasteland. That, unfourtionately, is all I can tell you about this earth's current state. We kept trying to contact other survivors through every form of media that we could get our hands on, but nothing ever responded. Then, one day, our best video game player discovered a Pokemon that can track radio waves. We stopped signalling.

Wafer, out.

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Here is the basic plot:
Alot of what you need to know to write part of this is in the first chapter, so I'll skip straight to the characters-
Falcon= The leader of the Crew, was scarred for life by a Giritina during one night of fighting on the front lines near Virginia beach, and was airlifted back to Los Angeles. Also, he is one of the oldest members.
Griff= The oldest in the Crew, he remembers a time when there were not even computers, let alone Pokemon games. His kind of like the village Mystic.
Wafer= Stumbled into a Crew member one morning early after the last gun stopped firing as a 9 year old, orphaned when his single father went to defend the city. He longs just to see his father's face again, though he knows that the one he sees will be dead.
Lexi=The only Crew member to be born after the War, and is a friggn genious with mechanics and the pokemon games.
Stumble= the head of the Crew's tech section, niknamed because he suddenly gains terrible balance in danger. Goes insane later and runs out in broad daylight, yelling that he isn't scared and that he's not going back and that those son of a bi*ch pokemon better come fight him. He dies.
Casy and Bellton= two triplet brothers who lost their other sibling in a Meowth raid. It is said that they are retarded, but they never talk... at least, not anymore. Real good fighters.

Take these guidelines and fly! Make new characters, evolve the plot, and MAKE THIS GOOD!!!! :)

updated Apr 5 '10 by SilverEye